08 November 2011

Life is too short not to go bespoke. It's a directive around which I've ordered much of my adult life, and I think you should, too. The photo (at left) shows a recently delivered pair of bespoke slip-ons from London. I like to think they have a vaguely armoured look, like a dinosaur or armadillo, or the riveted plating of a Tiger I stalking Bolsheviks by moonlight in a Russian forest. Note the 2" cuffs on the dark grey worsted trousers. Most of my suits and shoes are in charcoal and black respectively, you will have noticed, as befits a chap who works in a financial orifice most of the day. I'll leave the peacocking to other men who need the attention.

I've got the essentially identical, armoured shoddings in work presently at Cleverley. Of course, since I don't work in the financial planning realm, I tarted my armour plates up with conger calf suede.

Probably in my humble and irrelevant opinion, the most iconic (certainly is for Cleverley)non-lace up dress shoe on the planet.